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Dec 2012
From the escaping pulse of our wrists, we built empires between "hello" and "goodbye."
Exercising our Caesar muscle to an unyielding flex.
Eventually, all beautiful structures must bury.
Alas;
My heart is at last, the last Atlantis.
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